The plumber arrived at about 9:00. By that time, I had been searching madly for the key to the rental house for 30 minutes. I kept calling Darryl, but he got a new phone, and apparently was not hearing the ringer. I told the plumber we were locked out. No problem, says he. He starts looking for an open window. Turns out, we left a window unlocked in the living room. So he pushes it open, stands on a lawn chair, and breaks in. Did I mention this man is like 80? After he gets in, Darryl calls back and says that he indeed has the key; but there is a spare key in a box in the kitchen (!) and that I could have used the keys to the upstairs apartment to get into the basement and walked up into the first floor, too. Stupid. I do not mention this to the plumber. The day proceeds much like the last one, except I try to spend most of my time in my living room reading instead of listening to stories. I only have moderate success, though, because he keeps needing someone to turn on water, or to look for a leak, etc. Around noon, he is ready to put in the plumbing for the shower/tub. He asks a lot of questions about the fixtures we're buying, but I don't know the answers. It seems like we're going to need to obtain the tub. Why didn't we know this yesterday? I don't know. I call Darryl and tell him it looks like he'll be tub shopping for lunch. He's already having a crazy day - you know the kind of day that happens when you come back from vacation and have a week's worth of work just waiting for you? Darryl is right around the corner from Lowe's, though, where we picked out the tub. Only, they don't have something in stock, and if we spent only $100 more then we could get a much better unit, they say. Also, they cannot confirm or deny that the tub is fiberglass, not acrylic. Unsatisfied, Darryl puts in a quick call to a contractor he knows, who sends Darryl to Independence to look at a contractor showroom there. Darryl goes, finds a much better unit for $50 less, puts it on the contractor's charge, loads it in the truck, and heads to the house. He arrives at 2:00 - when he is supposed to be meeting someone in Mayfield Heights, a 25 minute drive away. Anyway, the plumber is pissing me off; he is so sure Darryl got the wrong things. Turn out, Darryl got all the right things, except for the tub. We needed a left hand tub. He told the warehouse left hand. They loaded a box in the truck marked left hand. Inside the box was a right-handed tub. At least the plumber has measurements. He does most of the rest of the plumbing, and everything turns out ok. But he's taking longer than his company expected, so he has to go to another job Friday. He'll be back Monday or Tuesday. And hopefully, he'll finish. I'm telling you, I couldn't make up stories this crazy.